hulk feels... cold...
Feb. 13th, 2007 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerOkay. While I am not one given to abject bitching, today fucking blows. It blows as a result of little things building up for the past couple of days, and while I didn't think it was going to bother me, it blows because of tomorrow.
The aforementioned little things include the little date that went nowhere when she saw my Senator Kelly campaign bumper sticker (a little bit of promotional material from the first X-MEN movie). She was horrified to think I was a Republican... until she realized, oh no, it's even worse, he's a huge flaming comic geek. Then there's the creeping growth of snark and asshattery on my beloved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scans_daily, reminding me of the bad old days of trying to be the voice of reason on the DC Comics message boards. And then there's the fact that one of my good friends is now giving me the silent treatment.
But at least I had Speakeasy, which they said would be going up rain or shine. Well, as this weather is utter horrid crap, they ended up canceling, so no Hefner Monologue live tonight. It's a wise decision, no argument... but man, of all the bloody days for an ice storm...
And y'know, I wasn't really all that bothered by Valentine's Day coming up, but today is just making it worse. Sure, I'm disappointed that I actually am going to be single for V-day once more, even though I had truly though this would be my year... but it was a healthy enough relationship and I'm in a healthy enough place emotionally that I can be honestly happy for everyone out there who's going to spend their V-day with their loved ones.
But all the damn commercials haven't helped matters. No, I wasn't prepared for those. Of course, they're mostly insidious anyway, like the late-night ads for some adult version of Build-a-Bear Factory. Have you seen these? I asked my mother what woman would actually want their boyfriend to get them a custom-made teddy bear, and she said, "Oh god, no, it makes perfect sense to me, absolutely. It says that he's been *thinking* about her."
I immediately wanted to poo-poo (pooh-pooh?) that idea, when I admitted, "Well, actually, if I got a Green Lantern bear, I would be touched. No, wait, even better! Ohh, if Bloo and I were still together, she could get me a Two-Face bear! She wouldn't even have to buy it, she could just have burned half a teddy bear!"
Mom and I are both rather deeply enamored of the idea. What does it say about me that I'm both giggling and a little melancholic at the thought?
I was considering maybe going ahead and just recording myself doing my Hefner Monologue with my iSight, but I'd really rather have an actual mic. Preferably a wireless mic so I can be free to recording myself telling stories like "Drunk in Bath," though I'd imagine that'd cost a pretty penny. And thanks to the gorram frelling* weather, all Best Buys and Circuit Cities are beyond my reach.
However, the weather did allow me to finally use this icon. So there's that. Even if it is causing my top lip to constantly split open each time I smile, no matter how much Blistex I apply.
And finally, I read Grant Morrison's much-awaited issue of BATMAN featuring the return of the Joker, which is being released tomorrow. Ohhh, I'm gonna dedicate a whole post of bitchery to that one.
I can't even go work out to make myself feel better, since the gym is closed. And so I have come here, to expunge all manner of bitchery out of my system to you, my sympathetic and skimmer friends alike. Now it's time to do something rather than merely wallow! Therefore, I prescribe myself copious amounts of movies and booze.
In case I don't post tomorrow, have a happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I understand some single women spend it buying themselves flowers. I'll be at home burning half of a teddy bear.
*I only curse in Whedonese when I'm really pissed, and even then, I temper it with a fandom I like.
The aforementioned little things include the little date that went nowhere when she saw my Senator Kelly campaign bumper sticker (a little bit of promotional material from the first X-MEN movie). She was horrified to think I was a Republican... until she realized, oh no, it's even worse, he's a huge flaming comic geek. Then there's the creeping growth of snark and asshattery on my beloved
scans_daily, reminding me of the bad old days of trying to be the voice of reason on the DC Comics message boards. And then there's the fact that one of my good friends is now giving me the silent treatment. But at least I had Speakeasy, which they said would be going up rain or shine. Well, as this weather is utter horrid crap, they ended up canceling, so no Hefner Monologue live tonight. It's a wise decision, no argument... but man, of all the bloody days for an ice storm...
And y'know, I wasn't really all that bothered by Valentine's Day coming up, but today is just making it worse. Sure, I'm disappointed that I actually am going to be single for V-day once more, even though I had truly though this would be my year... but it was a healthy enough relationship and I'm in a healthy enough place emotionally that I can be honestly happy for everyone out there who's going to spend their V-day with their loved ones.
But all the damn commercials haven't helped matters. No, I wasn't prepared for those. Of course, they're mostly insidious anyway, like the late-night ads for some adult version of Build-a-Bear Factory. Have you seen these? I asked my mother what woman would actually want their boyfriend to get them a custom-made teddy bear, and she said, "Oh god, no, it makes perfect sense to me, absolutely. It says that he's been *thinking* about her."
I immediately wanted to poo-poo (pooh-pooh?) that idea, when I admitted, "Well, actually, if I got a Green Lantern bear, I would be touched. No, wait, even better! Ohh, if Bloo and I were still together, she could get me a Two-Face bear! She wouldn't even have to buy it, she could just have burned half a teddy bear!"
Mom and I are both rather deeply enamored of the idea. What does it say about me that I'm both giggling and a little melancholic at the thought?
I was considering maybe going ahead and just recording myself doing my Hefner Monologue with my iSight, but I'd really rather have an actual mic. Preferably a wireless mic so I can be free to recording myself telling stories like "Drunk in Bath," though I'd imagine that'd cost a pretty penny. And thanks to the gorram frelling* weather, all Best Buys and Circuit Cities are beyond my reach.
However, the weather did allow me to finally use this icon. So there's that. Even if it is causing my top lip to constantly split open each time I smile, no matter how much Blistex I apply.
And finally, I read Grant Morrison's much-awaited issue of BATMAN featuring the return of the Joker, which is being released tomorrow. Ohhh, I'm gonna dedicate a whole post of bitchery to that one.
I can't even go work out to make myself feel better, since the gym is closed. And so I have come here, to expunge all manner of bitchery out of my system to you, my sympathetic and skimmer friends alike. Now it's time to do something rather than merely wallow! Therefore, I prescribe myself copious amounts of movies and booze.
In case I don't post tomorrow, have a happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I understand some single women spend it buying themselves flowers. I'll be at home burning half of a teddy bear.
*I only curse in Whedonese when I'm really pissed, and even then, I temper it with a fandom I like.
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Date: 2007-02-14 06:26 pm (UTC)I... I think I need to make an icon of "GARBAGE DAY!" as that will likely be the funniest damn thing I will see all day. It's a masterwork of bad acting. And I thought SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT 4 was terrible.
Fine. We gonna play this game, then? VERY WELL.
(it was either this, the intro to the G.I. JOE movie, or Journey's "Separate Ways.")
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Date: 2007-02-14 06:35 pm (UTC)The softer side.
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Date: 2007-02-14 06:53 pm (UTC)Me? I like it hard.
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Date: 2007-02-14 07:04 pm (UTC)I hope you get cancer.
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Date: 2007-02-14 07:30 pm (UTC)Once again, you are a monster.
Honestly, I didn't know this was a Fox thing until I actually clicked the link. I just thought it was some painfully unfunny parody news show on E! or something. The knowledge that this is the "conservative answer to the Daily Show" makes it all the worse.
Congrats. You managed to give me the greatest joy of my day and then utterly dash it, leaving a bitter, unfunny lame taste in my mouth that not even "GARBAGE DAY!" can wash away.
Ugh! Ugh! Time for drastic measures!
Ok. Ok. Ok. Better now.
You utter, utter monster.
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Date: 2007-02-14 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-14 07:40 pm (UTC)You know what this calls for?
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Date: 2007-02-17 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-17 07:07 pm (UTC)